I AM A YOUNG BLACK WOMANI AM AN AFRICAN WOMANAT ONE WITH THE COLOR OF MY SKINAT ONE WITH THE KINKINESS OF MY HAIR

WE HAVE LOST OUR WAYWE HAVE LOST OUR IDENTITYWE HAVE LOST CONNECTION WITH OUR SPIRITUALITY

MANY SAY I MUST BE ASHAMED OF WHO I AMTHAT I MUST BE AFRAID OF THE SOUND OF THE DRUMTHE SOUND OF MY PEOPLE THE RHYTHM IN MY SOUL

WHO ARE THEY TO TELL ME THAT I AM NOT WHO I AMWHO ARE THEY TO TELL ME THAT THE CONNECTION I HAVE WITH MORE THAN ONE WORLDONE DIMENSIONONE EXISTENCEIS UNTRUE, IS FORBIDDENWHO ARE THEY TO TELL ME THAT I AM DARKNESS

MY ANCESTORS CRY OUTYOUR ANCESTORS ARE CRYING OUTCAN YOU HEAR THEM

OR

ARE YOU TO FAR FROM WHO YOU ARETO HEAR THEIR VOICES ON THE WINDTO FEEL THEIR CARESS ON THE BREEZE ON YOUR FACEOR FEEL THEIR VIBRATION IN YOUR SOUL